Re: BRAWL!
"It ain't my fault!" Wally said, sitting up and rubbing at his face. Then he turned with wide eyes and pulled himself back to avoid a kick. Then had to do a weird crab-shuffle to avoid having a stool slammed into his knee once, twice, three times before he was able to get a kick into the offender's face. Someone dragged him up by his arms and he felt a punch hit him in the gut.
"Ow..." he wheezed. Then elbowed the person holding him and head butt the person in front. The bit of panicked look had faded, heat working through him as he grinned. "All right, ya ruddy proddies! Beware the Irish!" He spit on his palms and rubbed them together, then dove right into the thick of the fight with a delighted whoop.